Could you please clarify? I snarl, endeavouring to suppress my trivial demon within.
“Oh no!” Bray inhales sharply, cradling his face. “Jadi urinated on the bed!”
Very well, there concludes it! I exhale forcefully. Inform him that I dislocated his mother’s internal organs, resulting in her vomiting. I vociferate. Universally and repeatedly!
M-Mother passed gas on the b-bed’, Jadi exclaims. “She left everything odorous.”
Bray erupts in laughter as his mother scowls at us.
I did not!She retorts with wrath.
I push Jadi aside and briefly assume control. This matter is private.
I emit a loud flatulent sound in her direction, causing Bray to squeal with hysteria.
“Disgusting!!!” Bray chuckles while squeezing his nose. “Mother and Father are odorous!”
I am very aware of the title he has bestowed upon me, and for a fleeting instant, I disregard my bothersome mate and her flatulent anatomy.
Our shared existence unfolds in my mind like a cinematic narrative, with each moment surpassing the previous in beauty. I am eager to watch Bray’s inaugural transformation and assist him in encountering his wolf for the first time. In contrast to our personal transition, Bray will not be solitary in navigating the complexities. I shall accompany him to assist him in enduring the pain. Upon his encounter with his mate, I shall assist him in orchestrating their inaugural date, and soon thereafter, I will be adjusting his tie at his nuptials. I will be the first to arrive at the hospital to welcome his puppy, which will be the most pampered creature in existence.
I envision it distinctly in my mind, and now that I have, I will exert every effort to transform it into our reality. Jadi lacked a father, whereas Bray will have a dad.
“Bray,” Ricky exhales. “He is—”
“Mine,” Jadi and I both declare, as Jadi reasserts control over his body and takes Bray from Ricky’s embrace.
“He belongs to me,” Jadi asserts, brushing aside Bray’s hair and kissing his forehead.
Ricky becomes speechless as she observes Bray cradling his cheeks and producing his own flatulent sounds directed at us.
She must now understand that there is no possibility that we will ever abandon him… or her, for that matter.
We manage Bray’s morning routine, allowing Ricky ample time to contemplate our discussion while she gets dressed. Jadi instructs Bray to cleanse his face and brush his teeth by demonstrating the process, with Bray imitating his actions. I observe with amusement as Bray endeavours to style his hair like Jadi, meticulously watching Jadi as he tends to his grooming.
Once attired and prepared to depart, Jadi escorts Bray downstairs for breakfast, with both selecting a swift bowl of cereal. Given the pleasant weather, we opt to arrange our bowls of cereal on the patio. A butterfly flits by and alights on surrounding flowers.
“Wow!” Bray weeps, hastening to pursue the butterfly. “Observe, Jadi, observe!” A lepidopteran!”
He attempts to approach it, but it swiftly ascends, flitting to another bush to repose. Jadi seizes Bray, placing his finger to his lips.
“We must remain silent to avoid frightening it,” Jadi murmurs, while Bray gasps and covers his mouth with his hands.
The two approach the bush stealthily, observing the little creature from afar, with Bray posing numerous enquiries that Jadi addresses with patience. I observe quietly, with a profound sense of nostalgia.
Our humans are oblivious to the extent of our knowledge regarding them. They remain unaware of our presence until the age of thirteen; yet, we have been secretly studying and monitoring their growth since birth.
I recall Jadi’s inaugural butterfly.
…It was Olivia’s birthday, and until that moment, Jadi had never exited his confinement. His mother devoted the entire day to him, eager to celebrate her great occasion alongside her son. On that day, she presented him with a small chocolate cupcake for his exclusive consumption; nevertheless, he insisted on sharing it with her, resulting in both of them laughing and putting frosting on each other’s noses. Jadi felt despondent as she saw her departure at the conclusion of the visit, experiencing a sense of isolation in the vast, vacant room.
